The Sky Looks Different
Why does the sky look different... when you have someone you love up there? Why does the grip of holding on feel chaotic... when letting go is peaceful? Why does healing take place... when you feel most lonely? Why does feeling like you have nothing to lose... remind you that you have it all? I don't fucking know. I know the sky is more blue because you had blue eyes. I know peace because I can now breath. I know I'm not alone because I have found me. I know material is matter and people you love are more than matter.